Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ It is Electric ( Chapter 6 )

 

“Hello mama how is the trip going?” Bulma plopped herself across the

living

room couch as she spoke to her mother, who was currently chatting up a

storm and making her poor ear throb.

 

“uh huh, uh huh, you don't say? Oh..right…well eerr mother I wanted to

talk about that trip we were planning, but oh it can wait….no nothing is wrong

it's just..well…don't worry about it for now, enjoy the rest of your journey!

 

Say hi to dad for me when he gets back from his meetings! I love you

too…yes Vegeta is fine mother.” Bulma rolled her eyes. “Yes he is eating

properly….ok ok mom! I got to go! Yes I love you too…bye mama.”

 

Bulma clicked the phone off, and reclined against the soft cushions. Laying

her arm languidly on her forehead, she noticed Vegeta striding into view,

and walking right out the door. She sighed audibly, and felt a little

self-conscious for her strange behavior towards him the night before.

 

She luckily was able to avoid him throughout most the day, and kept herself

busy within her offices. However the clock currently read 7:30pm, and the

calendar clearly reminded her that it was the very beginning of the

weekend. Her love for weekends had dissipated as of late. Her falling out with

Yamcha, and the absence of most of her friends and family, made the

famous Bulma Briefs feel like one of the least important people on the planet.

She assumed her strange affection towards the saiyan was simply her

subconscious crying for a little attention and care.

 

“PRRRRIIINNGGGgg”

 

Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin as the door's intercom system went

off. She got up, and clicked the button of the video screen to see who was

paying a visit. Sir Anthony Bradford was peering into the camera of the video

screen, flashing his charming smile.

Bulma let him inside, with no questions asked.

 

“Why hello, Sir Bradford!” Bulma reached out her hand for a shake, but

Sir Bradford suavely snatched it to plant kiss.

 

“Good evening Bulma, please call me Anthony, luv.” Bulma blushed,

feeling a bit taken aback by this man's forwardness, they hardly knew each other.

“Well my dear Bulma, I was wondering if you would like to join me this

evening for a quick rendevous, perhaps a bite to eat, or a film? I

would

love to chat with you further about some business propositions as

well.”

 

“Well sure Anthony! I would love to!”

 

“Excellent, what time would you like me to come back?”

 

“Oh”Bulma blinked. “Well you're already here! I shouldn't be long, please

come in! I'll tell one of the bots to serve you any refreshments you may

like!”

Bulma stepped back and opened the door for him to proceed.

 

“Oh alright then, whatever you prefer my dear.” Anthony entered giving

a slight bow, and sat himself on the sofa.

 

“I'll be down in a few!” Bulma rushed up the staircase, taking two

steps with each stride. She burst through her room and turned on her music

player and began a kooky dance around the room as she picked out her clothes.

Vegeta was walking the hall , he heard some loud music, and found the blue haired woman jittering around her room.

 

He paused by the door, with one eyebrow cocked up high, he began to enjoy the strange display before him. `Is that what humans call dancing?' He leaned on her doorway, his gaze began to travel up from her bare legs to the small indent between her bottom and thigh. His tongue flicked his lower lip involuntarily, she didn't seem to notice him standing there.

 

Bulma twirled “HA! I feel good! WOO! I knew that I would now—VEGETA!”

 

Her face flushed, panting, all she had on was her buttoned down work blouse

and her panties, `thank kami I hadn't taken off my top yet!' Instinctively she

attempted to cover herself with the short white dress she was holding.

 

“What the hell are you doing here? Can't I have a little privacy!?”

 

“The door was open woman, how would I know if it wasn't an….invitation”

Vegeta flashed his pearly whites at her, with a dark tone of innuendo.

 

Bulma was taken aback, `What did he just say? Well two can play at that

game'. Bulma tossed the white dress aside onto her bed, and relaxed her

posture, smirking, she looked Vegeta dead in the eye, from across the

room.

 

“Well, if it's an invitation your looking for, then come right in my Prince….”

Bulma gave her sultriest voice, and began to saunter slowly towards

him.

 

Vegeta didn't move. The small playful reference towards his lost royal lineage made him glower, and play along with her.

 

“Do you like what you see Vegeta?” She now stopped inches away from

him.She knew that the only way to repel this man was to get close to him.

 

“I've seen better.” He smirked, and crossed his arms, `silly onna.'

 

Bulma didn't respond angrily, as Vegeta had expected. Through heavyset lashes,

Bulma held his stare intensely. She knew she was playing with fire, but she

couldn't seem to help herself.

 

“Well, then have you tasted better?” she quietly replied. Suddenly

feeling a bit flushed, and it wasn't from the dancing.

 

Vegeta scowled. “What do you mean tasted better? Tasted what better?”

Ha leaned in a bit closer to her face. She could feel the light tickling of his warm breath near the tip of her nose. He was trying to intimidate her, but she decided to stick to her guns. She whispered…

 

“This.” Bulma pressed her lips softly to Vegeta's as he stared down at

her wide eyed with shock. `Oh boy, his expression is priceless' she

thought. Her traitorous body however began to spasm slightly, as the heat

traveled down from her lips to the tips of her toes. She was losing her little game, she even forgot why she was kissing him. `What the hell was she doing!!?' Her fingers tingled and from the corner of her vision, she noticed a tendril of blue hair beginning to hover slightly.

 

The soft contact was stirring her senses. Vegeta felt it as well, even at the precipice, he managed to stay stoic. Reeling in all his willpower. He pulled back and broke the kiss before he lost his resolve. He caught Bulma as she leaned forward and bumped her nose onto his chin. She looked up at him, and stepped back. She noticed they were both panting lightly.

 

`What the hell was she doing!? She has a date waiting for her downstairs and here

she was making out with this pompous alien house guest?!'

 

“Oh Kami! Anthony!” She shrieked.

 

“Who?” Vegeta asked uncharacteristically bewildered. Still slightly unnerved by his body's reaction to her lips.

 

“He's my date for the evening, er, business related date-meeting-umm,

he's downstairs…”she blushed feeling awkward as hell as she yanked her dress

from the bed. “Ok got to umm get ready, if you don't mind?”

 

“Whatever.” And with that,Vegeta turned on his heel and headed down to

the gravity room. Although he secretly wanted to plough her, and further explore the sweet regions of her mouth, he decided now was not the time. If ever.

 

Downstairs…..

 

`So this is the woman's new toy? Hmmm…pathetic.'Vegeta studied Anthony

as he tore into another roasted turkey leg in the kitchen.

 

Anthony tried to introduce himself to Vegeta, and show off his famous

British charm, but the strange spiky heard man wasn't having any of

it. Anthony assumed he must be one of Bulma's bodyguards. However, he

couldn't shake the odd feeling that the brawny man was scrutinizing him, as he

sat quietly on the couch.

 

“Bulma, luv, you look radiant! Wow what an angelic vision my dear, I

must say you look ravishing!” Anthony praised Bulma as she descended the

staircase. Vegeta stopped mid-bite, he couldn't help but stare at the

truly angelic vision of Bulma. She looked ethereal in her flowing white

dress, his eyes homed in on the delicate dip of her collar bone. He then realized

that she was staring right at him. She smiled and gave him a playful wink.

 

Vegeta couldn't believe her audacity, yet a hint of rose popped up into

his cheeks, before he turned away, and walked out of the vicinity. He

couldn't be around her at that moment. Something inside of him was wrenching,

telling him to stay, to make her stay, but then his reasoning came into view.

`She is just a lowly Chilyuu-jin how could he stoop to her level? He

couldn't! He was royalty for Kami's sake!”

 

The sound of Bulma and her date's car departing drifted into the air.

Vegeta stopped in his tracks as he approached the door to the gravity chamber;

he looked up into the night sky.

 

`I am the only one…'

 

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Author's note: Ok so I know I take forever to update, and I'm sorry!

 

The song Bulma briefly sang was “I feel Good” by James Brown